Lin Anran snorted, and Mo Xian said lightly: "This attitude is not enough, postpone a chance."

Lin Anran's face turned dark and stopped talking. He followed Mo Xian and walked into the training room. On the second floor of the villa, a training room was specially opened, which occupied almost three-quarters of the first floor of the villa. The oak floor was paved with, and the surrounding walls and roofs were all large glass mirrors. You can see clearly what you want to move in it. Every detail of the body can be seen from the mirror.

Mo Xian knew from Shao Nian Di's memory that some rich people would open such a training room, but he had never seen it before. Unexpectedly, his impersonator Mo Xian saw such a training room.

Mo Xian glanced at his eyes and nodded in his heart. The rich people in this world did not use their magic power at all, and achieved the effect of taking pictures of ordinary magic. Think about it again, the camera he saw was indeed made of the world based on the instruments and objects, and it was unique.

But on the surface, he still looked like that, which disappointed Lin Anran, who was secretly watching him, did not see a trace of surprise on his face. Even if he was calm in the past, he had a look of greed in his eyes when he saw such a practice room. You must know that as long as people who are interested in practicing practices have such a practice room, they must master the essence of physical skills faster than others. Practitioners may not care about other things and strive for everything that can increase their cultivation.

Although Mo Xian appreciated all this, his martial arts had long surpassed this level. He just appreciated the clever structure and his eyes were clear.

"Teacher, what do you think?" Lin Anran said.

"Yes, you have such good conditions but don't make good use of them. What a pity. Since I have taught you, then be ready to endure hardships." Mo Xian smiled, and the smile fell into Lin Anran's eyes, but it was like a devil's smile. She couldn't help but chill.

Mo Xian looked at her strangely: "You can try the boxing skills you have learned to show me."

Lin Anran walked to the middle of the house and started to play the thirteen basic long fist style. It was obvious that her skills were solid, but she did not have her own style. Mo Xian shook her head and said, "You just follow the example and have not formed your own style yet."

"Your style? What's that thing? I've been practicing this boxing style for seven years and I'm familiar with every move, but you said that without your own style, you have formed your own style?" Lin Anran is of course not polite.

"The frog in the well knows how big the sky is. The little Qi-refining monk is stubborn. I will let you see what his style is." Mo Xian sneered.

Lin Anran was so angry that he looked down on me. You are just building a foundation, but I want to see how powerful you are.

Mo Xian had already walked to the middle of the house and set off his posture. As Lin Anran looked at the sarcasm on his face, the stronger the more he looked at it. Even the boxing posture was not standard, and he boasted about his style, but she couldn't laugh quickly because Mo Xian had entered the egolessness. With every move, it seemed as if the heaven and earth were in line with each other. Her heart was shocked, as if she was standing in a storm. Although Mo Xian's boxing had no power, she could instinctively feel a sense of danger in her heart.

As Mo Xian closed his fist, this feeling disappeared. She heard from the coach who taught them that the highest level of boxing is to unite with heaven and earth, and every move involves the power of heaven and earth. Is this what she said?

Mo Xian said: "Don't think that my boxing style is not standard, because boxing is practiced for people, but people are very different. How can it be the same? Boxing must have its own style, its own will, and even its own spirit to be considered as entering the house."

After Mo Xian said this, she understood, but she asked a question: "Since boxing has its own style, why should the teacher ask our posture to be correct?"

"I've asked this question well. I've only recently figured it out. Because beginners say that they can only consider their own style after learning and being decent. Most of the teachers don't understand this principle, so they ask students to be as standard as possible. There is nothing wrong with this book, but no one reminds you, of course you don't know." Mo Xian said.

“How to form your own style?”

"Your style is not to practice randomly, but to have the most say in your body. Remember to make your strength go smoothly in boxing. On you, it is your stubborn disease." Mo Xian pointed at her. After all, it was his cultivation that was important. Lin Anran surprisingly did not object and thought about it seriously.

When Mo Xian saw her thinking, he walked aside, not disturbing her, and letting her think for herself.

After a while, she punched again, but this time was different from the last one. Although she was clumsy, she knew how to think about it, which means she was really moved and just had her own motivation. Mo Xian just watched from the side.

After practicing for a while, she became annoyed. Mo Xian saw it and shook his head. Lin Anran had many problems. However, it was not easy for a 14-year-old girl to achieve this level.

"Okay, don't rush for a while, I'll accompany you to have sex." Mo Xian said, then walked to her side.

"This is not possible. You, a foundation-building monk, bully me, a person at the third level of Qi refining?"

"Don't worry, I don't need to exceed your limits of my skills. Fist is trained in actual combat. Moreover, I also use the thirteen basic long boxing styles, not other types of fist. I let you ten moves, I just dodge and don't fight back. Come and attack me!" Mo Xian said.

When Lin Anran heard her ten moves, Mo Xian did not fight back. She moved her mind and showed a strange smile on her face. Then, she punched Mo Xian.

Mo Xian did not hide, but took a step forward. Lin Anran was shocked. He felt that Mo Xian was about to break his promise. She was so panicked that she stepped back. The punch naturally failed: "You are cheating, you said you gave me ten moves, but you didn't give me a single move."

Mo Xian asked her strangely: "Have I taken action?"

She was stunned for a moment. Yes, he didn't take action. His actions meant that he was going to take action. What happened? Mo Xian certainly knew what was going on. He took a step forward, and the two of them met each other, and the energy was touching each other. Mo Xian didn't take action at all, and he didn't even make a step. When Lin Anran felt that Mo Xian took a step. In fact, Mo Xian did not move. To move, he just moved his shoulders, which caused Lin Anran's illusion.

This time, Lin Anran learned his lesson. A cannon shot out of the air, and Mo Xian just shook his body. This time Mo Xian did not step forward, and used the thirteenth style to follow the flow. However, he did not use the force to fight, but eliminated Lin Anran's strength.

Mo Xian's body is like a weak willow. In the blink of an eye, ten moves have passed, and Lin Anran shouts to stop! (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!